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social worker or carer my family would know where I was within an hour. I have brought shame on my family and my community. They hate me.’
    Zeena’s eyes had filled and a tear now escaped and ran down her cheek. Tara passed her the box of tissues I kept on the coffee table, while I looked at her, stunned. The obvious question was: what had she done to bring so much shame on her family and community? I couldn’t imagine this polite, self-effacing child perpetrating any crime, let alone one so heinous that she’d brought shame on a whole community. But now wasn’t the time to ask. Zeena was upset and needed comforting. Tara was lightly rubbing her arm.
    ‘Don’t upset yourself,’ I said. ‘I’ll make an appointment for you to see my doctor.’
    She nodded and wiped her eyes. ‘Thank you. I’m sorry to cause you so much trouble when you are being so kind to me, but can I ask you something?’
    ‘Yes, of course, love,’ I said.
    ‘Do you have any Asian friends from Bangladesh?’
    ‘I have some Asian friends,’ I said. ‘But I don’t think any of them are from Bangladesh.’
    ‘Please don’t tell your Asian friends I’m here,’ she said.
    ‘I won’t,’ I said, as Tara reached into her bag and took out a notepad and pen. However, it occurred to me that Zeena could still be seen with me or spotted entering or leaving my house, and I thought it might have been safer to place her with a foster carer right out of the area, unless she was overreacting, as teenagers can sometimes.
    Tara was taking her concerns seriously. ‘Remember to keep your phone with you and charged up,’ she said to Zeena as she wrote. ‘Do you have your phone charger with you?’
    ‘Yes, it’s in my school bag in the hall,’ Zeena said.
    ‘Will you feel like going to school tomorrow?’ I now asked – given what had happened at school today I thought it was highly unlikely.
    To my surprise Zeena said, ‘Yes. The only friends I have are at school. They’ll be worried about me.’
    Tara looked at her anxiously ‘Are you sure you want to go back there?’ We can find you a new school.’
    ‘I want to see my friends.’
    ‘I’ll tell the school to expect you then,’ Tara said, making another note.
    ‘I’ll take and collect you in the car,’ I said.
    ‘It’s all right. I can use the bus,’ Zeena said. ‘They won’t hurt me in a public place. It would bring shame on them and the community.’
    I wasn’t reassured, and neither was Tara.
    ‘I’d feel happier if you went in Cathy’s car,’ Tara said.
    ‘If I’m seen in her car they will tell my family the registration number and trace me to here.’
    Whatever had happened to make this young girl so wary and fearful, I wondered.
    ‘Use the bus, then,’ Tara said, doubtfully. ‘But promise me you’ll phone if there’s a problem.’
    Zeena nodded. ‘I promise.’
    ‘I’ll give you my mobile number,’ I said. ‘I’d like you to text me when you reach school.’
    ‘That’s a good idea,’ Tara said.
    There was a small silence as Tara wrote, and I took the opportunity to ask: ‘Zeena, do you have any special dietary needs? What do you like to eat?’
    ‘I eat most things, but not pork,’ she said.
    ‘Is the meat I buy from our local butchers all right?’
    ‘Yes, that’s fine. I don’t eat much meat.’
    ‘Do you need a prayer mat?’ Tara now asked her.
    Zeena gave a small shrug. ‘We didn’t pray much in my family, and I don’t think I have the right to pray now.’ Her eyes filled again.
    ‘I’m sure you have the right to pray,’ I said. ‘Nothing you’ve done is that bad.’
    Zeena didn’t reply.
    ‘Can you think of anything else you may need here?’ Tara asked her.
    ‘When you visit my parents could you tell them I’m very sorry, and ask them if I can see my brothers and sisters, please?’
    ‘Yes, of course,’ Tara said. ‘Is there anything you want me to bring from home?’
    ‘I don’t think so.’
    ‘If you think of anything,